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To whom it may concern:
I finally, finally broke down and got a phone, one that will actually allow me to contact normal people without memorizing an MCI card and dialing 33 digits. Free nights, weekends, long distance, rollover, anytime, mobile to mobile (for the cingular folks), all these buzzwords I've been listening to for years from TVs and radios without bothering to note their meaning. It's costing me a fortune, so all of you people have to CALL me and INVITE me to things.
My job at the MAC is amazing. I get to hang out in the periodical archive vault looking up shoe styles in old Montgomery Ward catalogues. On Wednesday I got really distracted by the Juniors section of a JC Penny catalogue from 1985 and it was a good thing no one was in there because I was gasping and squeaking audibly with excitement. I keep having these awful thoughts of wanting to steal them, but of course I would never do that. Not only would it be totally wrong, I really don't want to be the sort of person who gathers old catalogues. Maybe I'll just drop by some Saturday when I can really have a good look off the clock. Maybe take some notes. I've learned that my beloved collection of colorful secondhand flats originates from this period and at the time went by the name of "skimmers." How interesting. Unfortunately, the MAC's collection is almost completely devoid of shoes from this era (will have to be verified by further research) and so I really ought to stop spending so much time in those later catalogues. Toe-pinching walking shoes from the turn of the century are just such a BORE after a while.
I'm worried about my mom. She called tonight and said her pressure is up again, which means she could lose even more vision if they don't identify what's wrong and fix it. If she has to have another surgery, I may come up. It's scary that my mom is 53 and single, not sure when she'll be ready to retire, and in danger of losing her capacity to work. She sounded really upset when I talked to her tonight, which was scary in itself. What will happen, really, if that happens? Of course, a few more doctor visits are in order before we'll know much of anything, but Glaucoma doesn't go away. I reminds me I need to find myself an eye doctor down here and get my own pressure checked. This annoys me. My mom has been a vegetarian for the past 10 or 15 years of her life. She has the best diet of anyone I know, does crunches every morning, skis, walks, goes to the gym, doesn't smoke...And yet she's had knee surgery, eye surgery, pre-cancerous ovarian cysts, high blood pressure and cholesterol, glaucoma and a hiatal hernia. PS Alzheimer's now appears to run in the family. It's not FAIR. And sometimes there seems to be no point in trying.
I finally, finally broke down and got a phone, one that will actually allow me to contact normal people without memorizing an MCI card and dialing 33 digits. Free nights, weekends, long distance, rollover, anytime, mobile to mobile (for the cingular folks), all these buzzwords I've been listening to for years from TVs and radios without bothering to note their meaning. It's costing me a fortune, so all of you people have to CALL me and INVITE me to things.
My job at the MAC is amazing. I get to hang out in the periodical archive vault looking up shoe styles in old Montgomery Ward catalogues. On Wednesday I got really distracted by the Juniors section of a JC Penny catalogue from 1985 and it was a good thing no one was in there because I was gasping and squeaking audibly with excitement. I keep having these awful thoughts of wanting to steal them, but of course I would never do that. Not only would it be totally wrong, I really don't want to be the sort of person who gathers old catalogues. Maybe I'll just drop by some Saturday when I can really have a good look off the clock. Maybe take some notes. I've learned that my beloved collection of colorful secondhand flats originates from this period and at the time went by the name of "skimmers." How interesting. Unfortunately, the MAC's collection is almost completely devoid of shoes from this era (will have to be verified by further research) and so I really ought to stop spending so much time in those later catalogues. Toe-pinching walking shoes from the turn of the century are just such a BORE after a while.
I'm worried about my mom. She called tonight and said her pressure is up again, which means she could lose even more vision if they don't identify what's wrong and fix it. If she has to have another surgery, I may come up. It's scary that my mom is 53 and single, not sure when she'll be ready to retire, and in danger of losing her capacity to work. She sounded really upset when I talked to her tonight, which was scary in itself. What will happen, really, if that happens? Of course, a few more doctor visits are in order before we'll know much of anything, but Glaucoma doesn't go away. I reminds me I need to find myself an eye doctor down here and get my own pressure checked. This annoys me. My mom has been a vegetarian for the past 10 or 15 years of her life. She has the best diet of anyone I know, does crunches every morning, skis, walks, goes to the gym, doesn't smoke...And yet she's had knee surgery, eye surgery, pre-cancerous ovarian cysts, high blood pressure and cholesterol, glaucoma and a hiatal hernia. PS Alzheimer's now appears to run in the family. It's not FAIR. And sometimes there seems to be no point in trying.